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lirik lagu corna’ – m-dot

had a pair of ruby’s
cousin gave em to me
told me win some money
bring him back a dubey
hit the dolphin store
for some wraps and chewies
but i was underage
wouldn’t sell it to me

had i had to do
what a youngin did
street transactions
watching out for pigs
grown man games
ain’t no place for kids
but they introduced me
got good at it
xwhere i’m from can’t have sh*t
can’t read n*ggas hate smart sh*t
gotta fight or you a pie jit
beat a n*gga ass grab a gun quick
x beyblade hit ya top let it rip
x seen n*gga roll themselves into a hole loss a grip
x see them cops light flash everybody gone dip
x big ballers kept the pager on the hips
x in the back pocket kept a money clip
x had gold t**th shining off his lip
x had black n mild wine wood tips
x dice in one hand other hand had the blic
x spark his sh*t up fl!ck from the wrist
x on fire walk away with a grip

x n*ggas dont like losing money start trippin
x suppose to be a friendly game but it start flipping
x sore loser poor loser know the difference
x gambling with cash that was spose to feed his children

x baby momma asking for some diapers and some rent
x look her in the eye and his ass lie again
x last time he said he loaned the sh*t to a friend
x this time he say his check looked a lil thin
x she be fed up lock the door won’t let him in
x not until he can support bout a grand
x now he gotta move find a way to meet ends
x robbery it is black mask 2 tens
hang on the corner all day
getting in trouble at night
we was just tryna get paid
n*gga just pass me them dice

don’t see us in news but we stay in the papers
be patient promise you i’ll explain it all later
x all black everything look like the undertaker
x purple skin with gold t**th n*gga look like a laker

x say he down for life but he low key a hater
x he watching the games he thinking bout paper
x he plotting and scheme play that b*tch like a sega
x he dream bout them bullets he casting out later

xbi polar ass n*gga
gotta meet my quota ass n*gga
ain’t lackin stay holding ass n*gga
last pick on the team but you chosen ass n*gga
x high roller ass n*gga
x coke no cola ass n*gga
x green as yoda ass n*gga
x flossin but you poor ass n*ggas
x call of duty ass n*ggas
x d*ck in booty ass n*gga
x stay moody ass n*gga
x fubu jersey ass n*gga
x tall tee blue jeans ole dirty ass n*ggaaa
x but he bought him a ratchet
x got all the tools now he all bout that action
x last person they’d expect to be packing
x he wait for a moment they all get distracted
x in love with the money a fatal attraction
x he patiently wait as the money keep stacking
x bout 2 stacks on the ground he black out he start cappin
x he grab all the cash and he 40 yard dashin

x ain’t think about the repercussions
x that money ain’t gone amount to nothing
x cuz they hunting for him they coming
x they shoot up his uncle and cousins
x he still out of town he still duckin
x just a matter of time fo his luck end
x they found him temptation drums sounding like ruffin

hang on the corner all day
getting in trouble at night
we was just tryna get paid
n*gga just pass me them dice

- m dot

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